Ghosts

by Virgil — a poem card from Justes Mots

This brief Virgilian fragment presents a melancholic meditation on mortality, suggesting that human life serves merely to entertain shadowy supernatural forces while only ghosts endure. Its brevity and philosophical despair make it suitable for contemplating loss and the ephemeral nature of existence. It offers a sobering perspective appropriate for memorial contexts.

Ah! We at the behest,
Poor human mortals! of numberless shadowy hosts
Weaving Men’s dooms to amuse the tedium of Rest!
And nought abides but Ghosts!…

Themes: sympathy · grief · reflection